“Yes. Oh, yes.” I hardly notice Apple May touching herself as I fumble to unzip his pants.
“Wait.Fuck, Spitfire…” Niklaus wraps his hands around mine, momentarily stopping me in my tracks.
“He’s right, eager little girl. You can’t just have whatever you want. You need to tell him how badly you want it. Beg your husband for his cock.”
It takes several moments for her words to reach my brain. Because his hands are holding mine. The delicious warmth from his palms spreads into my ice-cold fingers. I want to kiss them, I want them under my gown, feeling my breasts.
“Mrs. Valdawell!” Apple May scolds irritably. “Beg your husband to lick his cock.”
“Please, baby. Please,God, I need you to fill my mouth!” I rock back and forth impatiently, a little surprised at myself because I’ve never called him that before. “I’ll be so good for you. I’ll swallow and take all of you. I promise. Please I’ll make you feel so good!”
“So help me God, Spitfire…” Niklaus groans, dropping his head back with an aggravated exhale. “Yes. Okay. Fuck.”
Bliss fires through every pathway in my brain, and I unzip his pants, nearly crying in delight as his long cock stands up for me. I act on instinct, running my tongue from base to tip, savoring the taste of his skin.
Niklaus’s pulse races and so does his breathing.
This spurs me on. I lick again and again, making a mess as I begin to drool from the hunger building. I’m insatiable, ravenous,feral. Each move he makes from the pleasure of my touch is another concentrated dose of ecstasy for me. It’s as if his reactions control my puppet strings. He moves, I move. He moans, I moan.
“You are so beautiful,” Niklaus murmurs as if he’s in pain. “I am so sorry, Spitfire.”
“Enough teasing! I want to see you suck it.” Apple May snaps her fingers.
I look up at Niklaus from under my eyelashes and slide my mouth over the tip of his cock, desperate to do this however he wants it done. I want to please him so badly, I could come without being touched if he comes in my mouth.
Niklaus growls, and I know I’ve summoned the animal in him. Despite the war waging behind his eyes, he wants this. He’s given in to how good my wet mouth feels as I suck more and more of him past my lips.
“Oh yes! Atta girl. This is far more erotic than the patients I’ve done this to in the infirmary!” Apple May’s voice gets higher as she shakes her hand faster, getting closer to climax.
…than the patients in the infirmary.
Wait. I know this woman, don’t I?
Hey, Ruthie, didn’t you have a run-in with her mother?
It was a conversation at our last family dinner.
Apple May, yes.
You did?
At the infirmary during my recovery. She really had it out for me.
The cosmic darkness that used to rest under my thoughts like a sleeping giant, resurfaces at this memory. The part of me that can travel through time. I thought it died from the torture and electroconvulsive therapy. But it stretches its wings, and slowly, it begins to eat away at whatever Apple May injected me with. I remove my mouth from Niklaus to get a better look at her.
“I did not say you could stop!” she gasps.
“You’ve been a patient at the infirmary…”
She tormented me a few times,said Aunt Ruth.
The family dinner conversation ricochets around my head.
Aunt Ruth clawed Apple May’s eyes out with her thumbs.
With a new pulse of energy, I’m able to care again. To feel the venomous fangs of anger.
A black, boundless flame burns away the rest of the drug coursing through my system. It manifests into an entity that possesses me, full of hatred and the unbearable need to protect those I love. And I gain tunnel vision right on Apple May.
